Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.